So many of you sent me kind notes or posted comments about my dad's death. Thank you all so much for your kind thoughtfulness.
The funeral was on Monday, and while I was mostly in not-sad mode for the day (so many details to think about, and working on my Best Director oscar for next year!) there were parts that were very moving or dear:
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I'm a firm believer in vaguely humorous distractions at funerals. At my grandmother's funeral, we intentionally stood around her grave and told funny stories about her. She would have done the same for us.
It seems like people really loved your father.
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He was much beloved, and I think we (his children) all felt that; in so many ways, it keeps being impressed upon us. Despite some choices which left him not quite so beloved by my mother, and others who knew him well, it was clear that he made many friends, and loved, if not wisely, very well.
There were many people at his funeral and the reception after, who told stories of him, and we liked telling some of his favorite stories. In fact, at his death, three of us were sitting with him, telling him *his* stories, things that we remembered that were dear to us, and I sang him one of the songs he sang to me in my childhood ("Sunny Side of the Street" which seemed apropos and was not planned). I like to think that he drifted away with a smile in his heart.
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